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9 minutes.54 seconds
music, the daily surprise.

i returned from class and began a serious task of untangling 500 feet of rope for a teambuilding activity. on thursday, i will be setting up a labyrinth and guiding blindfolding participants through the maze... regardless, i need the rope to be knot-free for labyrinth construction. so, i began work on the mangled mess and was immediately taken back by the enormity of the challenge. i felt like sisyphus pushing that boulder for eternity. in an effort to lighten the mood, i cracked open my computer, found itunes and pressed play on a fresh new album... falling off the lavender bridge by lightspeed champion was the selection.  

it's perfectly normal for me to have a full album unplayed in my music library. i download enough music that, at times i can't keep up. i usually listen to new albums in one sitting, as they were produced... track one to the end. i feel like it just makes sense. i consider a track list like i consider chapters in a book. the author creates a story with a purpose and i believe musicians do the same when developing an album.

midnight surprise is an epically long song that sat idle since the beginning of march and when the track started, i knew i was going to enjoy it. i set down the entanglement, maneuvered my trackpad and dragged the song into my playlist. since september, i've been compiling my favorite music into this playlist and i've compiled hundreds of songs worth listening... hip hop, folk, indie rock, soul, etc. it streamlines all of the effort of finding a good song and makes the listening experience more fun. it also makes sharing my favorite music with friends much more efficient.

i tend to share a lot of music with friends all over the world. it started by sending youtube links of songs or artists, then it developed into making mix cds, and now it's become easier than ever to share a set of songs using a program called 
dropbox (google and download it... super easy to share files with friends). whichever the method, i enjoy the process of creating a mix and sending it off for a friend to experience. it's a small effort, but i'm happy with with results.  

i recently shared a conversation with a friend of mine who is a folk artist. we talked a lot about mix tapes and he recognizes the skill involved in producing a playlist of various artists and songs. as an artist, he writes and performs his music with the intention of creating a final product. the final product requires so much more than just songs... it involves album art, track names, as well as the track order. he strives for perfection and often plays with the track order before completing an album. for him, the studio album is the most intimate mix tape of them all. it's a mix tape of everything that he's responsible for creating.

as the conversation of mix tapes concludes, i can't help but leave you with some advice from 
high fidelity
the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. many do's and don'ts. first of all you're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. this is a delicate thing.


the making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. it takes ages, longer than it might seem. you gotta kick it off with a killer to grab attention. then you gotta take it up a notch, but you don't want to blow your wad. so then you gotta cool it off a notch. there are a lot of rules. anyways, i've started to a make a tape... in my head... for laura. full of stuff she'd like. full of stuff that'd make her happy. for the first time i can sorta see how that's done.
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midnight surprise.lightspeed champion

i've heard a number of songs that surpass the five minute mark, but 9 minutes and 54 seconds is on the cusp of free bird. you don't see musicians making many songs of this length because i think it's hard to produce a track that keeps the audience satisfied. to lightspeed champion's credit, this track is phenomenal. it holds an excellent melody and it surprises the listener with creative transitions and a keen sense of pace. midnight surprise makes me want to become a musician and try my hand at producing a song of this length.  

the rest of the album is peppered with similar success, so be sure to check it out.
enjoy.

 
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h o m e .
same song, different day
...the song that influenced the title. 

to say a song has changed your life is to make a declaration of a heartfelt union of music and soul. some songs are catchy, some songs are memorable, and others have the spark to start a revolution. this song has been a my personal catalyst for new connections and relationships. it has turned strangers into friends, friends into family, and brought those i consider family even closer through the song's sound and lyrics. home has influenced my pursuit, goals, and has been a bookend to each of my adventures. it chimes with the rhythm of my heart and there are few things more satisfying than sharing it with others. the song was introduced to me by a friend, on the day i turned 25.     

i was traveling the west coast and experiencing san francisco for the first time. i saw the bridge, watched the giants, enjoyed an irish coffee, and stayed in the haight. it was my birthday and the friend i was staying with wanted to make it special, so she invited a couple of people over for the celebration. the faces that filled the room were unique for my birthday... no family, no friends from home, just an assortment of people linked to me through my hostess. a few beers and hamburgers later, i realized that even though i recognized only a few faces at the party, i was completely satisfied with how my day developed. it was apparent that home, as i know it, is ever changing and entirely up to me. 
for that night, s.f. was home.

at the party, someone asked what i wanted to see before i left san francisco. i explained that it was less what i wanted to see and more what i wanted to experience. i hoped to continue to explore the city, befriend strangers, and enjoy some time in various coffee shops. my time was dwindling in s.f. as i began making plans to be in portland by the end of the week. a friend realized i was going to be around for another couple of days and towed me to a laptop in the kitchen.  he shared a youtube video of a band of 10 ruffians performing a song entitled home on the late show with david letterman. i watched the video and was in awe of their energy. the band was large and their performance was unlike anything i've ever seen. coincidentally, the band was scheduled to play a san fran show on the night before i planned to head north.   

the day came and i was still interested in attending the concert, but my hostess was battling swine-flu-like symptoms, so i hesitated leaving her for the night. in an effort to remain healthy, i chose to meet up with friends and check out the show. i had no ticket, no expectations, and my iphone held the only directions to the venue. 

i arrived and met up with my friends at a bar filled with people. the venue was across the street and everyone was drinking cheap taps of fat tire before the openers hit the stage. the venue doors had just opened and the crowd was filing in. my concern began to peak, since i heard that the show was sold out. the mid-week performance didn't seem ripe for scalpers, but i started my quest to find a ticket anyways.

we walked up and down the entrance of the venue when my friend noticed a member of a local san fran band standing outside of the show. he said hello and praised the artist for the success of the band. the conversation was brief, but both parties involved seemed happy to have shared the moment. the search for a ticket was looking dismal and it was time for me to bid farewell to my ticket holding companions.  

they entered the concert as i took out a 20 and began to fold it into my palm with the intention of presenting it to the bouncer and gaining access to the sold out show. as i muscled up the courage, i was interrupted by the local musician that we met moments ealier. he asked if i was still looking to get into the show? i responded with an unenthusiastic, "yeah." he reached into his pocket and presented me with a ticket. it was the ticket that would resurrect my love for music. 

the ticket read edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros. i walked into the show, reunited with my friends, and experienced an incredible live performance. the energy was real, the band's presence was impactful, and the music was filled with exploration, struggle, and love.  

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home.edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
the power of whistling paired with a lovely, but raspy duet provides the audience with something much greater than a catchy tune. home has a special sound that you can't get out of your head and after six months of listening and sharing it with others, I still enjoy every bit of it. my life's soundtrack holds home and the up from below album in high regard as my infinite playlist continues to grow. 
home is the same song, different day.